Sonnet to Him

The sky still sleeps as darkness weeps with cool silence.

I lie awake in the quiet my thoughts of you while you think of me.
I am aware of your love-struck loyalty and every year you prevail with politeness.
Your forged public loyalty is laughable and obvious to me.

This undying, unrelenting connection between you and me has no room for denial.

In dreams I see your eyes and hear your voice.
We smile.
We reunite in waves of warm wet tenderness submerged in passion but not by choice.

What is this strange connection?

So unbreakable our unconsciousness’ seized and thrust together.
The unsaid words between us hold more meaning than perfection.
Mere thoughts devour my heart plunging it deeper sealing the link forever.

After the union we are released to our restless faux covets able to function in light.

Our true selves only exposed once again in the night.

By The Sword

Acacia was an A student. At least she was until she finished the 10^th grade. She blamed her teacher, Miss Harris for a long time. Looking back, it was the day of the final exam in Miss Harris’ class that changed everything. Class was two hours long. At the sound the bell, Miss Harris handed out the final. There were 3 essay questions and 50 multiple choice questions covering the last 6 novels read by the class.

Acacia finished her exam in record time, about 45 minutes. She rushed to the front of the class with her test and handed it to Miss Harris. Miss Harris whispered, “Don’t you want to go over your essays and answers? You have plenty of time, Acacia.”

 Acacia responded, “No, it’s good enough for an A. I’d rather just go.”

Concerned, Miss Harris said, “Acacia, you know the rules during finals. No students are permitted to leave the classroom until the bell. Did you make special arrangements?”

“No.”

“Then you need to take a seat and read or prepare for your next final.”

“I have to go to work! So I need to go now!” Acacia was getting heated.

“Acacia, if you leave, I have to give you an F on your exam and report you to the principal’s office.”

“Fuck you Bitch!”

The rest of the story can be found in Life Happens: The Short Story Collection available on Amazon.com and Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=r+jozwiakowski